"Long nights are crazy we are on them/ My name's Wiley, play my song then," the wordsmith demands over rousing strings and crowd-pleasing claps, before dropping into a swirl of electronic squiggles perfect for a beach-based booty shake-off. The result is a suitably cool summer jam, but if Wiley really wants to make an impact like his peers, he's going to have to dial the temperature up just a little bit higher yet.